Saturday, August 18, 2007

in the stillness

graduations of sound, juxtapositioning limelight
diversionary tactics, all in everything,
and we're creeping further
...

somewhere deep inside, some thing has a hold on me
like a fist with a knife, with a grudge, trying to hide
and i know, how it feels to be dieing
i know, what its like to be the one crying
so here we go, follow the rabbit hole.... one more time

white meeting black, tenants of escape
manipulate what you will, never hold back
treat me with contempt, and we'll see where it gets us now

through the tunnels of my dementia, i crawl just to find a coin
there i found my one remaining thought,
in the stillness it formed, in the quiet, it loomed
as a marksman aims his arrow, as a gunner aims his gun
and there i sat, bewildered by the facts and realities
the things that i held to be true...

all the things i ever thought i wanted,
were not the things i needed
anchors dragging me down,
so i cast them away into the distance,
and as I watched the shoreline slipping
i sighed a gasp of relief
silently fumbling for the key
reaching out for the future i seek
i left a note carefully
and left without a trace

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

booyah

new concept for album:

Album title: Life from the Petri Dish

Tracks:
  1. Fun Guys to betrayal
  2. Deafness is overrated
  3. Solemn confessions of a mutant ninja fiend
  4. decay through doubt
  5. Softly as a knife cuts the flesh
  6. Angry music for goats and trolls
  7. Microphones are for whimps
  8. I didn't order sushi, but you gave me steak
  9. Lice weather we're having
  10. Petri dish a-la carte
that is all.

Friday, August 3, 2007

the ending of a chapter

with my last breath, i waste it here
not that it matters much, its only the last
as i tip my hat, and bid to leave
i know i am never coming back
I'll tell you a story, and maybe it'll be true
but it won't involve me returning here,
no matter the tune
So i'm sorry you wasted all your time
I'm sorry you gave up a dime
BAH i laugh in your face
i'd spit too if i was a llama
but decency is abounding
and I feel enlightened to let you be
so goodbye,
goodbye
adieu

pffft
*walks off*

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Chapter 1

Standing apon that mountain, looking over the land. I could see much, and knew i had done well. I appreciated that the mountain, in all its glory, had challenged me but I knew deep within I could not stay. So as i took a sweeping glance at all that surrounded I took a step and jumped...

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

i like swimming

the water laps at my ankles, pulling me deeper
i will not go, i can see the depths lurking
i choose the shallows, where its safe, where I know
but somehow...
drowning... how can it be?
water above my shoulders, i raise my head to breathe
I'm standing, water at my ankles
this paradox eludes me
somehow, some way... apparently its possible
and i'm drowning...

standing upon the shore, i chose not to swim
suddenly a wave, water all around me
I can not escape! everywhere, no where...
water?!
irony abounds, and i can't seem to find the humor
but i can see pointless, futile
and this is it
as i wallow back to the shore
nothing seems possible, except the drink taking me to the brink

I hope you're winning your war
I hope you're achieving what you wanted
I hope you got what you wanted
as i walk away, not looking back
I will not wave in your direction
its pointless, so i keep moving away
and i have no plans for the future
but this, i will not be here when you want me
I'll have gone, and it'll be your own doing

I made myself a boat, for the ocean
and i found me a friend to help me,
he captures the winds and gives me direction
he shows me where to go
so here i am, floating on the water
no longer drowning, happy
I can't believe i had let myself sink away like i did
no longer will i drift with the currents
nor will i let you be my guide
you had me wallowing in the shallows,
you had me stuck in the sand

"i hope this is what you wanted...
cause this is what you're getting"


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I will not accept deadwood, it wastes my time. All it is good for is the fire, burn it, use it, get rid of it. I will not let it drag me down. Don't call me friend and not expect friendship. Don't ask my opinion just to waste away time. I will tear you down. I have no patience for the foolish, they prove themselves true enough. Wisdom comes through understanding that we are here for a reason, and if you aren't here to help me i will make you wish you were.